Claude McKay

(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)

Comments about Claude McKay

  • Rookie - 0 Points Herb Jacobson (12/31/2014 2:19:00 PM)

    MCKAY WROTE A POEM CALLED MY HOUSE. WHY IS IT NOT INCLUDED IN THIS LIST OF 80. IT IS A MAGNIFICENT AND INSPIRATIONAL POEM I HAVE BEEN PASSING ALONG FOR OVER 60 YEARS

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  • Rookie - 7 Points Zeenat Fatima (9/16/2012 6:48:00 AM)

    really romantic poem.. :)

  • Rookie - 24 Points Rue Palmer (8/2/2012 8:48:00 AM)

    went to school reading claude, , we are from the same parish in jamaica nd i even know his home town, , yes indeed here i am right by his side, ,

White Houses

Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the grace
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,
A chafing savage, down the decent street;
And passion rends my vitals as I pass,
Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass.
Oh, I must search for wisdom every hour,

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